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Sorry folks, I was at school all morning.
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After The Curtain, Chapter 15
RBB: I'm going to get some real food. I'll catch up with you later.
Wulfgar, JYD, -hb-, et al: Okay.
RBB (VO): I headed down to Earl's, mulling over the days events. This jen situation bothered me. "Lay her?" I hoped JYD wasn't serious. Anyway, I would have to talk to her to find out what I wanted to know. I made my way to the counter in Earl's, a dirty lunch counter, but at least they served real food. The huge gorilla behind the countered turned and glared at me.
Serving Gorilla: What'll it be, eh?
RBB (VO): Even the truck stop short order cooks said "eh" in this frigid country.
RBB: Gimme a Philly Cheese Steak and some kosher pork-flavored turkey rinds.
RBB (VO): The gorilla grunted, turned his back on me and cooked for a minute or two. He turned around again and slapped down a greasy plate of the finest Cheesteak I'd ever seen. I handed him some cash, and started to inhale the food. It was then that I noticed the tall, dark man stiffly take a seat next to me. I glanced him over once, and noticed the bulge under his armpit. He was packing one huge hand cannon, I knew that much. The top of a bottle of Vodka was sticking out of his coat pocket.
Ivan Leopold: Richard B. Bernstein.
(VO) He said it matter of factly. It wasn't a question
RBB: Maybe. Depends on who's asking.
Ivan: Ivan Leopold, formerly of the Russian KGB. Now I work for different people.
(VO) He spoke perfect english, with the slightest trace of a Russian accent. But from his alert posture, it was clear he was a killing weapon.
Ivan: It has come to our attention that you are looking for Hairhead. We would like to know why. IF you help us, we may be able to help you find the elusive Hairhead.
RBB: What help could I possibly need from you?
Ivan: <pause> We feel we could provide invaluable assistance in your end goal. Especially since I am very familiar with region known as Kamchatka.
RBB (VO): I noted his odd reference to Kamchatka. I also noted that he did seem to know an awful lot about me. That was vaguely disturbing.
Ivan: Well then, the question is open. Will you help us? The ball is in your court, as they say.
RBB (VO): Before I could answer, Ivan turned sharply, and in one smooth motion drew the biggest pistol I'd ever seen. He glanced around sharply, searchingly, looking for something. He didn't seem to find it. It was then my attention was grabbed by what had to be the biggest Fro on the lankiest white man I'd ever seen. It was disappearing down an alley across from Earl's. That head could only belong to one man. That must be Hairhead. Ivan and I excahnged one glance and took off after him.
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